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There's four mushrooms in my risotto, and it looked rather gorgeous.
Good grief, I've forgotton what an utter pain making risotto from scratch is, and why I don't usually bother unless I love someone. The result is wonderfully textured, but the bit tasteless. I suspect this is because I simply boiled a kettle rather than made stock, but I did the crucial thing with risotto- I stirred like buggery. Still, there's oyster mushrooms and pied mouton mushrooms and chestnut mushrooms and and chanterelle mushrooms, and they're all so autumnal and lovely in their starchy speckles of pudding rice.
I'd also forgotten how horrible root beer is. Ugh. It'd the same bottle and on the same shelf as the dandelion and burdock, and I wasn't concentrating. Ack, ack, ack.
ETA: Holy shit, this secret has affected me badly. I thought that was just my mother who said those words.
Good grief, I've forgotton what an utter pain making risotto from scratch is, and why I don't usually bother unless I love someone. The result is wonderfully textured, but the bit tasteless. I suspect this is because I simply boiled a kettle rather than made stock, but I did the crucial thing with risotto- I stirred like buggery. Still, there's oyster mushrooms and pied mouton mushrooms and chestnut mushrooms and and chanterelle mushrooms, and they're all so autumnal and lovely in their starchy speckles of pudding rice.
I'd also forgotten how horrible root beer is. Ugh. It'd the same bottle and on the same shelf as the dandelion and burdock, and I wasn't concentrating. Ack, ack, ack.
ETA: Holy shit, this secret has affected me badly. I thought that was just my mother who said those words.
